Ah Jing stood behind Yan Xun, her heart almost jumped out of her throat, she said to herself: My Majesty, we are in his territory now, can we say a few words less.
The battle was still going on fiercely. At midnight, the Quan Rong broke out from the northwest, and Zhuge Yue and Yan Xun chased after them again with their troops.
After chasing for two full hours, Yan Xun was shot again in the left shoulder, and Zhuge Yue also injured his shoulder. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hooves in the southwest, and before they sent out scouts to check, the group had already started a fight with the Quan Rong people.
Surrounding them together, the Quan Rong army was finally annihilated, and the Chinese camp was wiped out by the sudden group of troops. Zhuge Yue was so angry that he cursed and couldn't care about Yan Xun anymore. He rushed forward in a hurry, wanting to see who this despicable and shameless person who took credit for him was, but unexpectedly saw a capable female officer standing in front of him. Counting the spoils before the battle, he said calmly when he saw him, "This is the Great Khan of Quanrong. He had already committed suicide when I came."
Zhuge Yue was dumbfounded, covered in blood, looked at his wife embarrassingly, and asked unnaturally, "Why are you here?"
Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at him calmly, and said, "Ping An escaped in the middle of the night and reported to me, why don't you come?"
At this moment, the sound of horseshoes sounded slowly behind him, Yan Xun's figure gradually came out from the darkness, his black armor had been damaged in many places, his face was slightly pale, but still straight. He stood next to Zhuge Yue, with countless torches burning around him, but it seemed that they still couldn't penetrate the darkness around him. He just looked at Chu Qiao indifferently, with a calm expression, without any fluctuations, but his eyes were like the sea under the night. , pitch black, tumbling with a deep vortex.
Compared with the huge army guarding Zhuge Yue, Yan Xun, who only had 3,000 elite soldiers, suffered much more serious injuries. At this moment, there were many injuries on his body, and a broken arrow stuck in his shoulder, dripping with blood, but he didn't seem to feel it.
Noisy sounds filled the ears, including the soldiers' yelling and yelling, the moans of the wounded, the crackling of burning torches, and the cry of the north wind, but they seemed to be unable to hear anything. The deep eyes touched together, like a flame burning in the dark night, just a single star lit up, gradually turning into a prairie fire. "Xing'er," Zhuge Yue said suddenly, jumped off the horse, and said calmly, "I'll go and see the casualties first, Emperor Yan is injured, you need someone to deal with it."
After finishing speaking, he just turned around and left, letting his wife and this complicated and unpredictable man stand on the dark snowy field.
For a long time, Chu Qiao didn't know what to say. This was the first reunion between her and Yan Xun after the Huo Lei Yuan battle ten years ago. It's not the fighting army separated by mountains of swords and seas of fire, not the densely packed camp separated by crowds of people, not separated by the mighty waves of the river, but face to face, eye to eye, as long as you look up, you can see each other's eyebrows and eyes, and even Hear the beating heart under the chest.
For a moment, thousands of waters and mountains roared past in my mind, and all the words seemed pale and shallow at this moment. The desolation of changing things and changing people spread up like a big fire, making them, who should be the most familiar people, as strange as if they had never known each other. It turns out that time has passed and circumstances have changed. It is really the most ruthless word in the world.
Yan Xun sat on the horseback and looked down at her, his eyes were like a calm sea. Many people walked around, and the bright red torches flickered, making their faces flicker.
It's still the same pair of eyebrows, the same pair of eyes, and the face that is so familiar, but that person is no longer the person who promised to stay side by side forever for the rest of his life.
Can you feel the sadness of that moment
Maybe it can, maybe it can't, language has already become weak at this time. Just like a fiery red leaf, no matter how gorgeous it is, it cannot avoid the ending of withering. The sky is black, the earth is white, or this sky, or this land, or this place they have dreamed about thousands of times, but why is it so difficult to even say a word
Yan Xun looked at Chu Qiao, there was a raging fire burning behind her, she was like a god of light, with a heat that he could never match in his life. Suddenly, he remembered that snowy night many years ago, in that dark prison cell, they stretched out their hands with difficulty from the gap in the wall and held each other tightly.
Perhaps, they are like two seeds that can hug each other tightly in the ice and snow, cuddling each other for warmth, waiting for the coming of spring. However, when spring really came, when they supported each other and broke through the ground, they found that the nutrients in the land were far from being able to supply the two of them to survive together. So, they finally drifted away and parted ways.
Yan Xun suddenly felt tired, and his heart was as confused as the snow on Shennv Peak. Over the years, no matter when and under what difficult circumstances, he has never been so tired as he is now. He said to himself, I should go. So, he really turned around, rode his horse slowly, and was about to leave.
However, at this moment, an extremely warm voice suddenly shouted from behind: "Yan Xun!"
Yes, it is warmth, a feeling that has disappeared for many, many years, like a hot spring, suddenly stretching a frozen hand into it, the warmth makes people shiver.
"Yan Xun," she persistently called out from behind him, "Cheng Yuan and his people are right behind me, and they will arrive soon."
Yan Xun didn't nod, didn't speak, just reined in the horse and stood there quietly.
"You're hurt, let's deal with it first, okay?"
She walked slowly from behind, passed by his side, walked up to him, then stretched out her hand, took his rein, and asked stubbornly, "Are you okay?"
Yan Xun suddenly felt a bit bitter, it seemed that since she was a child, she was always the one with more courage. Several medical officers ran forward with their medicine boxes on their backs and stood behind her with their heads bowed.
He got off the horse without saying a word, and let those people treat his wound and apply medicine to bandage him. The arrow was pulled out, but he didn't even groan. After working for about half an hour, the medical officers retreated profusely in sweat, but she came over and handed him the bloody broken arrow.
At that moment, Yan Xun's heart suddenly throbbed, his brows furrowed slightly, after all, he still didn't reach out to take it, and said flatly: "The Chou family is dead, there is no need to keep it."
That's right, none of the dog soldiers escaped, even the Great Khan died, so there is no enemy.
This has been his habit for many years. He has to keep all the weapons that have hurt him, and will not destroy the weapons until he has revenge.
It turned out that it was not completely forgotten. Even if you don't think about it deliberately, some things, some years, still pass through your life, leaving deep traces.
I don't know how long I stood there, the wind from afar blows over, carrying the unique flavor of the Yanbei Plateau.
Yan Xun quietly raised his head and looked at Chu Qiao who was standing in front of him, they were so close that they could be touched by Wei Wei's hand. But it was such a short distance, but he never had a chance to cross it again. He can make the world prostrate at his feet, his blade can conquer every inch of land that does not submit to him, as long as he wants, he can do his best to destroy everything he doesn't like. But facing her alone, he was helpless.
There is an emotion called self-deprecating, which gradually arises from the bottom of my heart.
Yan Xun pulled the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but only pulled out a cold arc.
He suddenly turned his back, and his back was like a towering pine, tall and aloof, but so strong that it seemed to be able to stretch the sky and the earth. He just walked away step by step, with heavy steps, but faster and faster.
"Yan Xun, take care of yourself!" Someone whispered from behind, who was speaking? Who is she calling again
Yan Xun, Yan Xun, Yan Xun, Yan Xun...
In a daze, it seemed that it was that night many years ago again, when Wei Jing cut off his little finger, she cried sadly and depressedly in the night, whispering his name over and over again.
Yan Xun, Yan Xun, Yan Xun, Yan Xun...
But, after all, no one calls him like that anymore. He is His Majesty, Emperor, Son of Heaven, Zhen, and Widow. He is the monarch of this world, but he only lost his name.
Yan Xun, Yan Xun, are you still there, are you okay, you have gained everything, but lost something, are you really happy
I don't know, and I don't want to know. Life is not all about being happy. Some things, you may not be happy if you do it, but you will not be happy if you don't do it. At least, I got what I wanted, didn't I
He walked faster and faster, his steps were firm, his back was straight, his hands were strong, he held the rein tightly, and just jumped on it.
He didn't want to say anything, didn't want to look at anything, the steel-like defense line in his heart was torn apart, he wanted to leave! immediately! must! immediately!
Mountains and seas of memories rushed up, those things that had been dusty for many, many years were like rotten dead trees, struggling to climb up to his heart. He wants to suppress, he wants to get rid of, he wants to get rid of all the things that disgust him!
Weakness, sadness, remorse, hesitation...
Everything should not exist on him!
However, after everything was gone, there were two words that clearly spread to his heart, his lungs, his throat, and the corners of his mouth. Those two words hit his vocal cords and were about to jump out several times. He frowned tightly, clenched his teeth, like a bloodthirsty wolf, his eyes glowed red.
But even so, the voice was still rampaging in the chest over and over again, and all the echoes gradually merged into those two words.
Ah Chu, Ah Chu, Ah Chu, Ah Chu, Ah Chu!
No one can feel it, no one can know it, only him, only him, only him.
He breathed deeply and slowly, as if swallowing those things bit by bit.
Well, it's all over, don't think about it, don't watch it, don't miss it anymore.
Let's go, let's go, it's over. Everything will disappear with your firmness; all memories will be turned into fly ashes with the passage of time; all the past will be forgotten by you and become indifferent dust.
Well, it's all right, I am the emperor of Dayan, I am their king, I am sitting on thousands of miles of land, and I have got everything I want.
The horse's hooves stepped on the icy snow field, making a crisp clacking sound, and the tiny icicles splashed, disappearing into the vast night with the distant figures bit by bit. Light and shadow filled the front, the golden battle flag fluttered high, and the pitch-black goshawk flapped its wings ferociously on the flag, that was his army, his men, his world. It is a chain made of gold, firmly imprisoning his person, his heart, and everything in that supreme position, without any hesitation and hesitation.
After all, he is the emperor of Dayan, and he has no right to look back on this country built with conscience, blood and bones.
So, he really walked on with his back straight like this, never looking back, never turning back, with firm steps and sharp eyes, just like his people, who will always be as strong and tough as steel, and will not be defeated by any ordeal.
At that moment, Chu Qiao stood in the wind and snow, looked at Yan Xun's back, and suddenly seemed to understand something. There are thousands of torches by his side, thousands of subordinates, and thousands of entourages lying on the ground, but for some reason, when she looked at him, she felt that his figure was so lonely.
Maybe, she used to really not understand.
That kind of hatred that hurts to the marrow, that kind of shame that fell from heaven to hell, that kind of pain that has been gnawing at the heart and lungs for eight years. Even though she was always by his side, she couldn't bear the pain and hate on his behalf. Now that I think about it, the two people who once supported all the way and vowed to never leave each other for the rest of their lives have come to this point, don't they have their own reasons
She once said, don't hide, don't lie, be honest, and never doubt.
But did she really do it? No, her tolerance, her connivance, her retreat, and her indifference eventually made him go further and further down this road. Saying that character determines everything, saying that he will be like this is due to fate, isn't it an excuse for himself? In all fairness, did she ever try her best to stop him when he slowly changed and when he went further and further away bit by bit? Have you ever tried your best to restore it? Have you ever formally lodged a protest with him to express your dissatisfaction
She didn't, she only blamed him when everything was a foregone conclusion, but she didn't make any substantial efforts before.
She's from another world, so she takes for granted some of the ideals she embraces, and naively assumes that other people think the same way. But I don't know that some things are like rivers. If they are not dredged and maintained frequently, there will be a day when they will be blocked and burst their banks.
After all, they are too young after all. At that time, they didn't know much about love, they didn't know how to express their feelings, and they didn't know how to maintain this love. Just stubbornly and simply determine what is good for the other party, and do it without saying a word. But they don't understand that difficulties, poverty, despair, and hatred are not the fatal wound of love. The real killer of destroying love is that two people forget how to communicate.